With both shafts plunging into her in perfect synchronization, Sharon felt pleasure like never before. Her eyes were clamped shut as she then felt his perfect body work its way around her breasts, squeezing and tugging at them as she arched her back, her body straining for more.
“Don’t stop…” She begged as she was no longer able to control the tears that began to stream down her face. She groaned and whined, grasping the desk tightly, desperately, just so that she could feel as though she had some kind of anchor to reality.
With each of the multitude of movements she felt her body going through, she felt the pulse of her own excitement, as her voice grew hoarse from screaming. It was growing hard to breathe, but at this point, she was too far gone to care.
Then suddenly, almost as though right on cue, she felt the hardness that had fully infiltrated and overtaken her womanliness abandon itself to pleasure, causing a molten spew of love lava to erupt inside of her, soaking every inch and crevice she had.
Feeling the rush of the explosion, followed by the wetness that caused his shaft to glide even more freely through her, she screamed until her voice gave out, before once again, she felt the same sort of cataclysmic detonation inject into her behind, which just caused her body to go absolutely insane.
With a few more thrusts, she was rocking back and forth, causing the two members to jam into her, almost violently, in order for her to finally come to the conclusion of this epic assentation into erotic euphoria.
When she finally felt the paralyzing, blinding pulse of her own blasts detonating inside of her, she froze, while tears continued to flow freely out of her eyes.
She tried to scream, but her voice had stopped working a while ago and so, throughout the soul-shattering completion, she just held her breath and continued to grasp onto the desk, digging her nails into it desperately, while Sephron grabbed ahold of her breasts and continued to make tiny circles with his fingers, which only added to the intensity of her pleasure.
“Oh…Oh…Oh…” Sharon groaned before gritting her teeth and clawing deeper into the wood.
Then finally, she felt her body shudder as an attack of tiny spasms snow plagued her as she struggled to catch her breath.
After a moment of her own body throbbing around both of his shafts, which continued to pulse excitedly, everything stopped and reality began to ease its way back into the present.
As Sephron pulled out of her and the two of them turned to face one another, they exchanged an exhausted, yet completely satisfied smile and Sharon decided that there was no longer any doubt in her mind.
Right here, on this planet, with Sephron, becoming whatever it was he thought she was destined to become, heir or no heir, was exactly where she belonged.
Story Eight
The bar was full of people, glass clinking and vapor rising from tense lips. I was supposed to be meeting people, but I was too anxious to really care much about looking for them. My eyes were glued to the television, just like everyone else.
We were waiting for the results of the Galactic One lottery. It had only been a few years since we had discovered a planet with intelligent life on it, but through extraordinary efforts translation devices were already created that allowed peace brokering to occur at an impressively fast rate.
Just a few years previously, the world was busy arguing what the reports meant by ‘intelligent life.’ The prevailing theory was that whatever it was, it would not be identifiable to average humans.
Then the pictures came. The ‘aliens,’ who called themselves the Zeithens, were remarkably human looking. They stood upright on two legs, had two arms, and had similar facial features. There were plenty of differences, don’t get me wrong. They were taller and much more muscular than humans. They had extra features that we didn’t have and lacked others like a full set of five toes.
None of these differences were as remarkable as the similarities. Centuries of speculation and decades of bad movies had conditioned humans to think that aliens would be some grotesque slimy beast, covered in spikes, claws and teeth. No one expected a slightly improved version of a human being.
The first people sent to the planet were researchers and diplomats. The researchers were scientists who volunteered in order to leave a lasting mark on the body of knowledge human beings have of this universe. The diplomats were just government blowhards who saw it as a way to increase their power and control.
I have no idea how they managed to do it, but through some technological advancements that the planet already had, translation attempts succeeded within the first few months of their arrivals.
Researchers had been sending reports back of their culture and people for the past few years. At the beginning it was fairly rudimentary stuff. It was still fascinating. Every time new information came, it was all anyone talked about until the next round landed.
Then the video leaked. I remember when the world thought Gangnam Style spread fast. This video set records. There wasn’t a single soul on the planet other than the children and blind who didn’t watch this video in the first few days.
I’m not sure what was more shocking. The first thing everyone noticed was definitely the size of the penis. Before arousal, they look relatively similar to a human dick. Once they are ready, however, the ‘extension’ happens. Extension is the word everyone started using for their arousal rather than erection. Watching it happen was like watching a magician pull a string of handkerchiefs from their sleeve. At a certain point the skepticism turned to disbelief. The disbelief then faded away to pure awe.
All told, the final length ranges between 3 and 5 feet. Needless to say, size isn’t really an issue on their planet. But like I said, this wasn’t the most impressive part. The thing that really blew people’s mind as they watched the video is that they had full control over it like it was some type of arm or leg. They could bend it in any direction, raise it high in the air, or low to the ground.
No one knew what the women were like. You would think it would be a man that was the first to fuck an alien, but it wasn’t. The first was Dr. Emily Harrold, a researcher who was one of the very first sent through the galaxy after contact.
In the video there is another human there with Emily operating the camera. After taping the male alien getting ready and extending himself, the video zooms out and you can hear the two humans talking about whether Dr. Harrold wanted to go through with it. She insisted that it was for the good of science. The other woman thought she was crazy, even suggesting that the event may actually kill her.
The first time people watch it, they all cringe at this point, certain that they’re about to watch a woman murdered by an alien’s dick. This was far from the case.
No one was really sure what the mechanics of the process were, as the video focused on Dr. Harrold’s face the entire time, but this only added to the buzz.
A mix of fear and anticipation were evident in Dr. Harrold. She breathed heavily as her eyes darted around the room. This continued for a few moments, as video watchers struggle to keep their eyes on the screen for fear a gruesome death is about to unfold.
Out of nowhere, her eyes shot wide open. By wide, I mean the widest I’ve ever seen a pair of eyes open. Her mouth slowly opened as she drew sharply inward. Her chin then tilted to the sky, pushing upward as her whole body arched below it.
A deep, sexual scream rose from the pits of her chest breaking the relative silence of the film. Her arms flailed a bit as she began to pant, then the yells started again. Within a few seconds, the yells turned into the unmistakable sounds of orgasming.
And then it was over. Everyone always wanted more, but that was it. The entire video took place in less than 90 seconds. The actual sex was less than 30.
The government tried to claim it was fake, but it was an obvious lie. We thought men were insecure about their dicks before, but these issues escalated to a fervor in the days and weeks following the release. Meanwhile, anything related to aliens became the new top fetish among women.
More information continued to make its way to the public, nothing nearly as intoxicating as the video. The planet was ruled by a universally loved royal family, and surprisingly war was unheard of there. They were extremely peaceful and happy people.
***
But this was old news at this point. The reason I was at the bar was because they were about to release the results of the lottery. Apparently the Zeithens had a particular fondness for human women. As part of peace deals, they agreed that the Prince of their planet would marry a woman from Earth. The process became a lottery of sorts.
Anyone interested in potentially becoming the Princess had to go through a rigid application process. At first the plan was to accept anyone who met certain standards that were willing to go, take them to the Zeithens’ planet, and allow the Prince to court or chose someone.
The results of the initial application had organizers reeling. Hundreds of thousands of women had applied. I was one of these women. Space travel amazed me, and the potential to travel the galaxy for free was not something I wanted to miss, even though the chances of me being picked were infinitesimally small.
Everyone said they only applied for the hell of it and didn’t want to actually go through with anything, but this didn’t seem to be the truth. It was like beauty contest contestants saying they didn’t care if they won, yet secretly sending death wishes to their competition.
In order to figure out who would be sent, they decided to pick 100 women at random, put them through additional testing, and then send anyone who passed to the other planet.
That list was being announced tonight.
Some network had bid insane amounts of money for exclusive rights to broadcast the names. I wanted to be at home, mashing the refresh button on a webpage, but instead I was stuck in this bar so I didn’t have to pay to watch. I knew I wouldn’t be picked, but there was a part of me that just had to watch and know for sure.
They made a spectacle of the announcement. Celebrity performers, comedians, musicians, and everything else they could throw at us through the screens. Television was becoming increasingly irrelevant, and networks were doing anything to try and draw viewers back.
Every ten minutes they would announce another ten names. Each time, the bar would groan in unison as no one recognized any of the names. I looked around at the depressing scene around me. This was why I wanted out. Some women wanted to go for the sex. Others wanted to be royalty. Others still saw it as a great adventure. I wanted to be far from this planet. I was sick of losers like the two across the bar getting into it over everything and absolutely nothing at all. I was sick of the mindless drudgery of work all day, all week then drowning our sorrows in liquor all weekend. I would kill for something different.
“Amanda Briggs,” My name registered in my consciousness, coming to me like the wafts of vapor, faint yet still vaguely noticeable.
I glanced around to see who was calling me. A group of people were pointing at me. I recognized them from years before. I wondered what they wanted, but they were whispering to each other.
The bar began falling silent as more people started looking my way.
The man on the television began rereading the last list of names. He ended with, “and Amanda Briggs.”
I felt a rush of confusion to my head. Everything faded away to a weird black and white haze before coming back into focus again. I nearly passed out but managed to keep myself together.
The calm that had overcome the bar subsided and was replaced with raucous cheering. People I didn’t know were congratulating me. Women offered to take my spot if I decided not to go. I started pushing my way towards the exit.
As I swam my way through a sea of sweaty sleeves and outstretched arms, I tried to comprehend what was happening. I made it to the door, burst out into the cool night air, then broke into a run until I reached my car. I slumped back in my seat, staring into the night sky for what felt like hours.
I easily passed the additional testing. We were scheduled to ship out on January 1st. All 71 of the women who were actually going through with the journey had to undergo training and education relating to space travel, and we were also taught all the classified information known about the Zeithens.
An unofficial part of the training was that all of the women started dieting and exercising like crazy. They were competing for some unknown prize and the ‘heart’ of some dictator on another planet. I was sad my great escape would be accompanied by these empty headed morons.
They all buzzed about the sex night and day. We were about to travel through space and be some of the first humans ever to make contact with another intelligent species, yet all they cared about was getting fucked. It reminded me of going to college, only worse.
I may have felt differently if I knew what I was missing. I never had sex and never wanted to. I watched as my friends whored themselves out in high school, pretending to be dumb just to attract boys. I watched as the boys pretended to like the girls, only to move on to the next after successfully getting between their legs. I decided not to take part in the mayhem, at least not until I had my life together and met an equal that I respected.
The other problem was that I had no chance of being picked according to all the best assumptions. I was only included as a token ‘other’ category inclusion according to the charts. The people of this new planet were apparently much taller than normal humans, with an average height of over 8 feet. Height was considered an attractive characteristic for both men and women there.
I’m short. Barely 5 foot tall. To make matters worse, my boobs are rather large. You’d think this is a good thing, but all the Zeithen women were extremely small chested.
The rich women going on the intergalactic journey paid to be shaped into this tall, flat chested ideal the Prince was assumed to have. The poor ran and ran and ran, hoping to shave every last bit of fat off their body.
I relaxed and read. I collected every truly great work of literature humanity had managed to generate, saving it on my tablet. I was excited to leave most of our culture behind, but also scared at what my future had in store. I was making sure I had years’ worth of company in the form of legendary characters and stories that would get me through any difficult adjustments.
***
Space travel turned out to be interesting. We were sent on 10 different ships, which represented the entire fleet of craft our world had that were able to make a journey this long. After the first colonization trip to Mars, research into developing new spacecraft accelerated rapidly. We had tons of great ships for taking cruises through our own solar system now, but going the distance we were embarking on required doing so much faster than we used to think was possible.
Even with the advancements, the journey was several months long. We were all assigned pods that we could use to sleep for any amount of time we wanted. At the beginning, I chose to keep normal cycles, and stay awake for the majority of the trip. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity after all.
The 8 women I was traveling with soon made this unbearable. I had pictured old movies where actors gazed out of windows to look at picturesque views of stars, drifting colors, and planets. The truth was that for structural reasons, there were zero windows anywhere on the ship and even if there were, we were going too fast for our eyes to make sense of anything.
So each day I had to spend my waking hours surrounded by eight other women literally obsessed with sex. I have no idea how I was stuck with this particular combination out of all of the other 70 women it could have been, but I couldn’t take it. It was okay for the first few weeks, then the first one stood up one day and said, “I can’t take it anymore.”
She walked to the other side of our living quarters and began to masturbate. I assumed we’d all tell her to stop, but, I shit you not, three others joined her. The others watched and jokingly cheered them on.
Before long they were all doing it and it became a daily habit as they watched that video on repeat over and over and
over.
The masturbating became the manageable part of their sexual escapades. After this grew boring to them, the actions on the ship boiled down to something that would have outsold the best porno in the history of adult film if it had been caught on tape.
The women were animals. Each time they pushed a new boundary, I was sure it would be the last. The first step beyond masturbating was going down on each other. They would take turns.
“I swear I’m not a lesbian,” they would all qualify their actions in some way, like it mattered.
They had pairs they would use, and I’d just watch. I tried to ignore them, but with little else going on, it was hard not to watch. If I’m being honest, I even sometimes massaged myself discreetly. I was sick with myself, but even I am a sexual being. Surrounded by little stimulation other than nude women and their sexual moans, it's hard not to get worked up on occasion.
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